Perfect Princess

Discliamer- I don't own DBZ/GT or 'Split Personality' by Pink.

Perfect Princess

            "Aww! My baby loves!" Bra smiled as she saw her white tigers Star and SF lying on the front porch waiting for her to get home from school. The tigers immediately perked up when they heard Bra's voice and walked over to their owner.

            "How are my precious little angels?" Bra asked like a little girl as she walked into  her house carrying like a million heavy school books. Her tigers followed her in.

            "Okay. I have to do my math homework. Then start on my English paper. And study for my history test. " Bra planned the rest of her day.

            "Oh! I have to pick the music and start choreographing a new routine for the competition." Bra remembered noticing she was wearing her cheerleading uniform because she had just left practice.

            "Grr!" The tigers growled softly wanting Bra's attention.

            "Aww! I'm sorry babies! I know I haven't spent time with you in like forever. I've been hella busy with school and stuff." Bra apologized kneeling down and petting her tigers who purred their forgiveness.

            "Hi daddy!" Bra said sweetly as Vegeta walked in from a day of training.

            "You should be graining to become a Super Saiyan not playing with those stupid animals." Vegeta scolded. The tigers growled and roared viciously at Vegeta. They didn't like anyone but Bra.

            "I'd train with you daddy but I have way too much stuff to do." Bra explained.

            "What can be more important than training to be the strongest most powerful warrior in the universe?" Vegeta demanded.

            "Doing my homework, studying for test so I can get straight A's to graduate with honor's so I can get into a great college so I can have a great career." Bra answered simply.

            "You're a Saiyan! Fighting's in your blood! Getting stronger and going Super Saiyan should be our only goal! You are my daughter. A princess. A member of the planet Vegeta's royal family. The strongest warriors ever." Vegeta lectured Bra about her Saiyan heritage.

            "Fine. I'll train with you daddy but only for an hour." Bra gave up going to her room to change into her fighting gear.

45 minutes later

            "Bra are you in there?" Bulma asked knocking on the Gravity Room door.

            "Yeah!" Bra answered.

            "Have you filled out all your college applications? Because I have some form the top science school including the college I went to!" Bulma said holding them in her hand.

            "Not now mother!" Bra screamed trying to dodge Vegeta's blasts and blast back.

            "The deadline are next month! You can't procrastinate!" Bulma insisted.

            "Fine!" Bra said walking over and turning off the gravity machine ending her training session.

            "I'll do them later." Bra said opening the door and taking the applications from Bulma.

            "No! You have to do them now! The sooner you send them the sooner you'll get your acceptance letter." Bulma got on Bra's case even though she knew her daughter was a genius like her and get into any college.

            "But.." Bra protested.

            "No! You're going to fill them out now!"  Bulma stated dragging Bra back to the house.

            "She's a Saiyan! She doesn't need college!" Vegeta called after them but Bulma just ignored him so he went to spar with Kakorrot……

            "Let's see." Bra said to herself sitting down in her room and grabbing her purple glitter pencil.

            "Name. Bra Briefs Vegeta." Bra wrote down starting to fill out the first of many college applications.

            "GPA. 4.00" Bra wrote down proudly. She finished the first page quickly.

            "No! I don't want to write a stupid essay!" Bra whined as she read the second page of the form that said "Write a 3-5 page essay on why you want to go to college."

            "This sucks!" Bra exclaimed looking over all the applications which all required essays.

            "Ah!" Bra groaned realizing this was going to take days and she'd have to postponed her English paper. Bra sighed before heading downstairs to get a soda before starting the long college application process.

            "Hey shorty!" Trunks insulted his little sister from the living room where he was watching T.V.

            "Hey Pretty Boy!" Bra insulted back opening the fridge to get a soda.

            "Hi everyone!" Dr. Briefs greeted walking in.

            "Hi Grandpa!" Bra and Trunks both said.

            "Grandpa! No!" Bra yelled running over and stealing his cigarette before he could light it.

            "You're a sciencetist! You should know how bad this is to your health!" Bra scolded.

            "I know Starlight." Dr. Breifs admitted.

            "Dome on Grandpa. I'll help you out in the lab." Bra offered trying to distract her Grandpa. She'd have to stay up late know to finish her homework.

            For the next couple of weeks Bra pulled constant all nighters. Everyday she had like a million things to do and not enough time. Every time Bra wanted to do her school work or choreograph and practice her cheerleading routine Vegeta wanted her to train. When Bra trained Bulma told her to go study. It was like she was being torn in two.

            "Hey Bra!" Pan greeted as her best friend go to school.

            "Hi." Bra yawned. Sleeping less than five hours was getting to her.

            "Studying for our math test?" Pan asked knowing that was it.

            "Yeah!" Bra said as they meet their other best friend at their lockers.

            "Hey Blondie." Bra used her nickname for Marron.

            "Hey!" Marron said cherry as they grabbed their books and binders. The three teen girls were sitting in their history class after launch talking before class started.

            "Bra." Mr. Day called.

            " I didn't do it!" Bra said like a reflex walking up to her teachers desk.

            "What? You didn't get high honors in history and math on the national test." Mr. Day asked showing Bra the gold award with her name on it.

            "Oh yeah! That's mine!" Bra said happily taking her award. Studying and working hard paid off with great rewards but it had it's downfall….

            "Eck! I don't feel good." Bra complained resting her head on her desk in English a week later.

            "What's wrong?" Pan asked concerned.

            "My head hurts." Bra pouted.

            "What' wrong Bra? Are you tired?" Mrs. Adair asked her favorite student who she picked for the Warriors Pride Award. A special award at that high school where every teacher  picked one student out of all their classes they thought was the best.

            "I don't feel very good." Bra said slowly her throat starting to hurt.

            "Why don't you go home?" Mrs. Adair suggested.

            "No. I want to get perfect attendance and work on our project." Bra referred to the Victorian era magazine final project……

            "Bra! Dinners ready!" Bulma said walking into her daughters room to find her in front of her computer busy typing.

            "I'm not hungry." Bra said never stopping typing her articles on author Jane Austin. One of the five articles for the Victorian Era project.

            "Are you sick sweetie?" Bulma asked sensing it.

            "I'm fine mom." Bra lied concentrating on her paper.

            "You have a fever!' Bulma exclaimed feeling her daughters hot forehead.

            "You should  be in bed resting." Bulma said,

            "No. I have to finish this and then write two more." Bra coughed.

            "But your sick! You have a really high fever. You have to stay home from school tomorrow." Bulma went parental.

            "No!" Bra almost screamed excepted she was losing her voice.

            " I can't miss school! I have to get perfect attendance!" Bra stated.

            "But you could have meningitis. I should take you to the doctor tomorrow." Bulma insisted worried.

            "No! I haven't missed one single day of school for the past four years. Not even Sophomore year during finals when I had like 105 fever! I never gave up! And I'm not about to back down now!" Bra said determined to be the first girl in her high school to graduate with perfect attendance.

            "I understand.' Bulma gave up knowing how much this meant to Bra. Bulma hugged her daughter before leaving. Bra worked until 10 then took some NyQuil before going to sleep…………….

            "Hello." Bra answered her purple glitter cordless phone as she sat on her bed reading her history book.

            "Hey girl! Wuz up?" Marron asked.

            "Just studying for my history test." Bra answered.

            "So you feel better?" Marron asked.

            "Not really! I need my NyQuil." Bra said grabbing the bottle and taking a sip.

            "I swear girl. One of these days you're going to OD on NyQuil." Marron teased.

            "Whatever!" Bra rolled her eyes.

            "At least there's one good thing about being sick. Dad's not making me train." Bra laughed.

            "That's good." Marron laughed.

            "Yeah. But I know he's going to make be train double when I get better." Bra shook her head.

            "Hold up girl. I've got another call." Bra said hearing a beep.

            "Hello." Bra said clicking over.

            "Hey Bra!" Pan said.

            "Hold on. Let me hang up with Marron." Bra said clicking over to her other friend.

            "Hey. It's Pan. I'll call you back." Bra told Marron.

            "Okay bye." Marron said hanging up as Bra clicked over to Pan.

            "Wuz up?" Bra asked as she and Pan started talking about school.   

            "Hey Bra." Goten greeted passing by her room.

            "Hey." Bra smiled as he walked in.

            "I've got  something for you." Goten said a little shy.

            "Really?" Bra asked. Goten just smiled his famous Son smile.

            "Hey Pan. I'll call you back. Goten's here." Bra informed.

            "Ohhh! My uncles there." Pan implied.

            "Whatever!" Bra said knowing Pan would love it if she went out with her uncle.

            "Bra and Goten sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S.." Pan started singing.

            "Anyways!' Bra said hanging up on her annoying friend.

            "Where my present?" Bra demanded playfully as Goten sat down next to her.

            "Down girl." Goten laughed.

            "First I want to know how you're feeling. Trunks told me you're hella sick." Goten said concerned.

            "Yeah. I feel terrible but Trunks's loving it cuz I lost my voice and couldn't scream at him." Bra laughed.

            "Why don't you stay home and rest?" Goten asked concerned.

            "No. I can't. I want to graduate with perfect attendance." Bra stated stubbornly.

            "But you're killing yourself. It would suck if you worked so hard and then couldn't go to graduation because you were deadly sick." Goten wasn't helping.

            "Shut up!" Bra warned.

            "Sorry." Goten apologized giving Bra a purple glittery star box with purple nail polish, lip gloss, and a star glitter ring.

            "Thanx Goten! I love it!" Bra exclaimed hugging Goten.

            "I'm glad." Goten smiled watching his crush put on the star ring.

            "I hope you get better." Goten said leaving to talk to Trunks………….

            "OMG! Guess what?!" Bra asked excitedly running into her house.

            "What?" Bulma asked.

            "I'm #1 in the graduating class of 2000!" Bra announced her class rank dancing around happy.

            "That's great sweetie!" Bulma congratulated hugging her daughter.

            "That's great Princess." Vegeta said not really getting what's the big deal as Bra hugged him.

            "Now that your not sick you can start training again." Vegeta said.

            "Later. I have to tell Grandpa!" Bra shrieked running off to spread the good news……..

            "It goes around the world! La la!" The music blasted as Bra practiced the galactic hot dance routine she choreographed for her cheerleading squad. Bra danced around to the high energy music loving it. Graduation was a month and a half away which meant hardly any work cuz it was time for the fun stuff.

            Prom was in two weeks and Bra was nominated for Prom Queen and she was going with Nick the hot blonde blue eyed smart football player. The next week was Senior Trip which Bra was really looking forward to. It was true that senior year was the most stressful but it was also the funest!

            "Wow! Bra's good!" Goten commented to Trunks watching Bra do some high kicks and flips.

            "Stop checking out my sister before my dad kills you." Trunks warned disgusted as they walking inside to play video games.

            "I need to talk to you.": Bulma said walking over to Bra who was playing with her tigers.

            "Wuz up mom?" Bra asked throwing a ball for her tigers to chase.

            "Don't make a date for Friday night. I'm throwing your brother a surprise birthday part." Bulma informed.

            "Okay." Bra agreed as SF brought back the ball.

            "Bra! Training!" Vegeta yelled heading to the Gravity Room.

            "Coming daddy!" Bra said in a sing song voice…………………………..

Friday Night at Trunks Birthday Party.

            "Wow! You look gorgeous!" Goten compliment Bra.

            "Thanx." Bra said modeling her galactic purple glitter star mini skirt, top, and go go boots.

            "Wanna dance?" Bra asked Goten as the D.J. played a Trance song.

            "Sure." Goten smiled as they walked to the dance floor.

            Bra and Goten were getting a soda when they ran into their parents talking.

            "Congratulations Bra. Your mom tells me you're graduating with honors and perfect attendance Chi Chi said hugging Bra.

            "And # 1 in her class, and nationals exams, and she's also nominated for prom queen." Bulma bragged.

            "Wow! You must be really proud Vegeta." Goku said impressed.

            "I'd be prouder if she becomes a super Saiyan." Vegeta grumbled.

            "Don't start." Bulma warned.

            "Stupid human schools and traditions! She's a Saiyan! She need to train!" Vegeta argued starting a fight.

            Bra just stood watching her parents fight over what she should be wishing she could tell them off or blast them.

            "I have a request here for the lovely Bra Vegeta to sing from a secret admirer." The D.J. announced getting lots of ohh's from the guest and a death glare from Vegeta.

            Bra was a little surprised but walked over to the D.J's turn table.

            "Who do you think Bra's secret admirer is?" Marron asked Pan.

            "I don't know. She has millions. But I do know she's probably going to sing one of her girl power songs." Pan said watching Bra on stage fixing the microphone stand as the music started.

            "I want to be the best at everything. I want to be the perfect princess." Bra sang changing the words to Pink's 'Split Personality'.

            "And I would never dare to give up. I'm a Saiyan." Bra continued.

            "And now my college applications are due, and now Frezza's back, I hate always fighting to save the world." Bra admitted in her song.

            "Tell me what do they see when they look at me. A genius or a warrior?" Bra asked.

            "Ohh can you help me? Does anybody hear me? Can they even see this is my reality?" Bra sang with emotions.

            "I'll say it again. I can't take it anymore. Although I'll always fight on. I'm not satisfied with this being the end." Bra sang.

            "Ha. This is just the beginning." Bra smirked Vegeta-ish.

            "One day I'll dance in the stars. One day I'll take off and fly away. Why can't I say this? Why can't I do that? What do they want from me? Tell me how to act!" Bra sang looking down.

            "So I'm finally going to do what I want." Bra sang more powerful.

            "Nobody knows be well enough to label be trouble or ever disturbed." Bra accused taking the mic off the stand.

            "When you break it down I'm just two races." Bra sang walking over to her parents.

            "Trying to train, trying to study, trying to go Super Saiyan. Everyone's go different expectations of me. I've go to be the Perfect Princess." Bra finished putting down the mic and running off as the everyone clapped.

            "Bra! Wait up!" Goten called out chasing Bra outside.

            "What?!" Bra demand taking out her anger on innocent Goten.

            "I just want to say I like your song." Goten said timidly.

            "Yeah well I just couldn't take it anymore. I mean do you have any idea what it's like to have a mom constantly nagging you to get straight A's and a dad who wants you to be the strongest Saiyan ever?!" Bra asked.

            "Yeah. My mom's Chi Chi and my dad's Goku." Goten replied.

            "That's true." Bra realized Goten was probably the only one who understood her.

            "But you're a third class Saiyan and I'm royalty. The one and only Saiyan Princess." Bra couldn't resist as she looked up at the glitter star dark night.

            "I just wish I knew who requested for me to sing so I could tell him 'Thanx'." Bra admitted after a few moments of silence.

            "You're welcome." Goten said with his Son smile.

            "What?" Bra asked confused. Goten just kept smiling.

            "But the D.J. said it was from a secret admirer." Bra said.

            "I know. I've like you for a long time." Goten confessed leaning in and kissing Bra.

            "I love you." Goten whispered.

            "No." Bra said stepping back away from him.

            "No! I don't want a boyfriend! I don't believe in love!" Bra said harshly running away leaving behind a heartbroken Goten……………………

The Next Day at the Cheerleading Competition

            "Isn't this galactic!" Bra exclaimed showing off the first place trophy.

            "Congratulation!" Her friends and family hugged her.

            "I have more great news! Your acceptance letter to my alumni college arrived. Now you can be a scientist like me." Bulma said hugging Bra.

            "What? Didn't you hear my song yesterday?" Bra demanded losing her temper.

            "Yeah! She's going to be a warrior!" Vegeta stated.

            "No! I don't want to be a warrior! I don't want to be a scientist! I don't wanna! I don't wanna! I don't wanna!" Bra screamed throwing a tantrum her ki rising.

            "I've had it! You two are going to give me a nervous break down!" Bra screamed at her parents her hair flashing gold. As Bra continued screaming at her parents a spaceship landed.

            "I'm Frezza's brother. I'm hear to kill the saiyans for revenge." An ugly creature said stepping out of the space ship.

            "Burn in hell!" Bra screamed blasting him into another dimension. When the smoke cleared Bra had wavy gold glowing hair.

            "Bra! You're a Super Saiyan!" Vegeta said.

            "I don't care!" Bra snapped sill in rage.

            "My little Princess is a Super Saiyan!" Vegeta said proudly hugging his daughter.

            "I am?" Bra asked happily as she powered down and her hair turned lavender.

            After that Bra had a long talk with her parents. She told Bulma she didn't want to be a scientist and that she was going to go to college in California to be a zoologist or veterinarian cuz she loved animals. Or even go to LA to become a singer. But she told Vegeta she would never stop training…………..     

            "I'm sorry about last night Goten." Bra said approaching Goten at her victory party.

            "It's just that I'm graduating in a month and then leaving. I don't have time for a boyfriend and I don't really want one. I don't want to break your heart but I don't believe in love." Bra had a heart to heart with Goten.

            "I understand." Goten lied sadly as Bra gave him a small kiss on the lips.

            "I'll make you love me someday." Goten promised watching his princess walk out of his life.

           

The End?????????

Authors Note- Class of 2000 #1!